The Softball Player

Ayumi’s on the field when her body folds wrong. Pain spikes. She calls Jessa. The blonde remembers the fit little body in the pink uniform and heads straight over. Ayumi peels the uniform away. Jessa slides in behind, palms warm, oil slick. She works the damage, moves higher, thumbs tracing inner thighs. Ayumi’s breath hitches, unsure, but Jessa leans close and says she’ll fix it all. Hands glide over tight nipples, then Jessa’s tongue drags lower, opens wet lips, slips fingers deep. Ayumi twists, comes hard. Jessa climbs, plants her soaked pussy on that eager mouth. She rocks, grinds, comes too. They flip, heads buried between spread thighs, tongues working in frantic rhythm, both moaning loud and wet until nothing else exists.